Swim Diaper

This morning, Logan kept getting up repeatedly after 5 a.m. despite my repeated attempts to get him to go back to bed.

Shortly after trip three back to his room, I heard him head down the hall into the bathroom, the definitive sound of a diaper being removed, and a lot of slamming. However, I thought it was good for his sense of independence to let him be until he sought me out again.

A few minutes later Logan came back into my room (which was pitch dark). As is customary for us, I leaned over the edge of the bed to pick him up. Instead of a fleecy pajama clad baby, I hit baby skin...

As I picked him up he said "I think I lost my pajamas. My diaper was dirty. I used the potty. I am wearing a swim diaper, okay?" all in one continuous breath.

Apparently, after the journey to the bathroom, he could only locate swim diapers and he clothed himself as best as possible. I guess it is time to put pull-ups somewhere he can reach.